[center][color=6ecff6][h3]G A B R I E L[/h3][/color][/center]
A mirthful chuckle escaped the half-elf's lips, shaking his head as he massaged his temples. As a man who was a bit too fond of hooch and other liquor, Gabriel found this a bit ironic that he was the one who was sober and dealing with a drunkard rather than the opposite "[color=6ecff6]Methinks the art of sobering up takes more than magic and divine intervention to cure the besotted. [/color]" he sighed, wiping a tear from his eye "[color=6ecff6]But sleep does wonders, I can't vouch for whatever hangover shall befall our two heros.[/color]" Gabriel cast a look in the smaller goblins direction "[color=6ecff6]Don't worry there my peculiar little fellow, I am an expert in these things. I [i]am[/i] what you might say an expert alcoholic.[/color]"

Gabriel stepped in the way of Vansel, a not-so-apologetic smile on his face as he unstoppered his waterskin and threw some water at him "[color=6ecff6]Oi ye bloody sot snap out of it-[/color]" next thing he did was wind his hand back before lightly but still forcefully slapping Vansel with a backhand across the cheek.

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However the perturbed bard found himself slapping the air before him, and embarrassed opted to shake Vansel's shoulder.

"[color=6ecff6]Get your wits about you lad.[/color]" then turning to the bugbear he paused, the walking carpet could and would probably squash him if he even laid a finger on him even if it were in the best of intentions so he glanced between Jub and Aurora as if asking for suggestions "[color=6ecff6]Err, Jub you get on my shoulders and slap your pal cause I definitely ain't doing that. Or uh Zav? Do you got any suggestions other than a good old slap across the face?[/color]"